OK now here we GO again

Well they have done it again. I swear, the band OK GO is truly amazing videographers, not to mention artists. They did the trendmills, then the mouse trap, then the genius dogs, and NOW we get this:



Whether or not you like the song, you’ll get lost in the four-person human kaleidoscope that you can manipulate on your own (#SYNERGY). Look at all the words, the feet, the colors! 2011, this is what your music looks like now. Check out the video dance messenger and make your own!

Creative geniuses. I (secretly) hate you.

CHEWY, you dog you

Sooo chewy was on Jimmy this week, and turns out he is a playa:



PS, that cowboys and indians and aliens movie looks like shit. No thank you. I'd rather eat my own face then watch that shit.

yankees pray differently

Wow, the south prays alot differently than I was taught in the north.

Stupid Yankees don't know anything. They don't know how to fry catfish or how to cook greens (I would love some fried okra right about now). And apparently they don't know how to properly lead a good prayer. Next time make sure to thank God for your "smokin hot wife" and "GM performance technology" and then to end in something incoherent, "bipti-bopti-bo".

AMEN, halleluiah:



And I'll add one more:

• "And thank you for the case of Busch Light I used to prepare for tonight's prayer…"

You know that the GM Performance Technology is from Detroit, right? D-town baby. Total shit hole, but I love it.

true statement

it's a good thing I don't have kids

It is a real good thing that I don't have children, because I would probably be that parent. The emphasis on that truly depends on your parental pedagogy. I, within reason, would most likely let my children listen to the music of their choice, including in this case Outkast. Who doesn't love Outkast? Well look at these cutie mccuties dancing their balls off with alittle Wii:



Now let's put on some Usher and throw down!!! To the windows, to the wall, OKkkkk? Those boys have got some moves. Someone needs to teach the Cville Trips how to do that, and soon.

It also should be noted that I would probably be the parent that encouraged my child to sing to more inappropriate songs, like Tik Tok or Rehab or Bad Romance. I'd also probably let my child paint their fingernails pink and express their own personalities.

it's bloody hot out

Well I'm looking forward to heading back to the big ol' MI....land of massive mosquitoes, extreme heat, and lots of road construction. I've been preparing my loins for the madness that are my family and friends. Tonight I plan to pack every skirt I have in my closet so that I don't end up like this dog....dead in a fucking pile of ice....most likely surrounded by some dead soldiers:

The big G is already in MI and buying lots of bottles of booze in preparation for the weekend....DON'T FORGET THE ICE!!!

all those music lessons for this

Bet this dude's parents are pissed. They put him through music lessons for 18 years, only for him to go to college and build a PCV device in the basement of his dorm. This could easily be done on a street and at least make some donations:

the new Coldplay song makes me happy

I cannot get this song out of my head. It makes me smile. It makes me want to dance around my office. Coldplay continues to amaze, this is a great song:

another history of rap

So JT is on the promotional tour for his new movie and showed up at Jimmy Fallon earlier this week. If you remember, last year he was there and they did this amazing performance of the history of rap. I know what you're thinking, did groups like the Beastie Boys send hip hop into the mainstream??? I contend that it just might these two:



OK I know I was a hater of Jimmy Fallon when he first got his own show. I mean look at the evidence we had....the movie Taxi sucked my balls. Yes weekend update on SNL was good. But who knew he was actually pretty funny, or least knows how to hire good writers for his own show.

Can someone teach me how to duggie? All the girls love it.

party (not sexy) time

Well put on your party dress, get your hair did, and let's take a road trip to the big MI for a damn wicked party. Yes, you heard me right...MI, mid-summer, party.

After a combined 50+ years of service to MSU, the parental units have retired. In their honor, the three little Momma B's decided to invade their retirement nest and throw a big party. We planned and saved for a year for the event, and it is our gift to them. It will be the gift that just giving and giving and giving....

For the last 6 months we have been having family meetings, building out websites, reserving blocks of rooms at hotels, sending invites and planning the logistics. The tent is ordered. The tables and chairs will be delivered. The slow cooked pig will be smelling delicious. And there will be plenty of booze. I hope to do shots of tequila with the drunk old ladies in the hammock again.

We have people flying in from across the country: Washington, Kansas, Minnesota, Wisconsin, California, and the big VA. The girls (not my boobs) have already started their annual trip back to the big MI. I leave next week and plan to bring back 30 pounds of dried cherries with me. TSA is going to love me.

This is my summer vacation and I'm looking forward to seeing all my extended family and friends!!!

the beatsie boys on the street

Sesame Street breaks it down from Wonderful Creative on Vimeo.

the math of music

Perhaps I've been watching too much Num8ers lately, but I am seeing everything with a math-vision. I ran across this video of a guy filming his guitar from the inside. Remember wave frequencies? Remember learning about vibrations? This is pretty awesome:

need a HP rewind?

Let these stupid cats sum it all up for you with some swearing and british accents:

an impromptu NYC trip

Well last month, I decided to take an impromptu weekend get away to NYC, to shake myself out of a funk. My best friend/soul mate/lover pants was commuting cross-continental for work and crashing with our MN friend Sarah (now dubbed 1.0). I decided this was a good weekend to take the train up to Manhattan to accomplish the following goals:

1. See someone having sex against a wall in the meat packing district
2. Spot an anorexic model in 4 inch heels (and hope she takes a digger in front of you)
   
3. Dance until 4 AM
4. Walk through Brooklyn with Spike Lee
5. Sit on a rooftop patio overlooking something inspiring
   

Well I'm happy to report that Helga, Sarah1.0 and I accomplished a number of these goals with typically MN flare. Couple years ago we tore up Austin and attempted to the same last year in the OBX. We only had about 2 days this time, but there was plenty of laughter and fun.

After my wicked 7 hour train ride directly from Cville into Manhattan without any transfers, Helga and I had drinks on an NYC sidewalk with a tiny British man who I think may have liked my sassiness (insert half accomplishing goal #2 above). Then we took a taxi into the depths of Brooklyn only to walk back to a grocery store for booze and supplies. Unfortunately, the booze turned out to be "wine product" which roughly equates to glorified grape juice. My goal for the rest of the weekend was to drink these two bottles of wine product--I didn't want to waste any booze, be that from the "wine product" category, and I felt like a college student again walking around with a backpack full of pseudo booze. Success.



That night we walked to some huge Brooklyn park with meet up with 15 other Minnesotans, and about 15,000 other New Yorkers for an outdoor concert (insert half accomplishing goal #4 above). Sometime past midnight, after many all the other concert-goers had left, we pealed the crusted cheese puffs and cherry pits from our butts to drag ourselves home.

The weekend was perfect for me, cloudy and atypically cold. Let's run around naked!!! Instead, we stayed inside cooking phattie brunches, watching HP (which was brought all the way from CA), and recovering. Cheese grits anyone? I got to see the Statue of Liberty in all her glory after waddling around a hipster grocery store eating organic granola.

Later that night we went into Manhattan for an impromptu BBQ with those 15 Minnesotans in some downtown? uptown? midtown? (OK somewhere on the island) loft. After much relaxing and drinking, we started walking to the meat packing district in hopes of finding some dancing. Luckily we stumbled across a club where Sarah2.0 danced in a basement fountain with floating plastic balls. At some ungodly hour, we headed upstairs where there was more fountains and a number of beds throughout the dance floor. Sarah2.0 tried to jump out a window but luckily there were bouncers who gave her the evil eye. There were those fake candles throughout the upstairs which we danced with and which I pocketed in my clutch for future use. This little light of mine:



That candle led us home at 4 AM (insert full accomplishment of goal #3 above), provided us with light during extreme hung over states the next morning, and will continue to provide comfort within Sarah1.0's apartment for years to come. Sunday was a traveling home day, but not after Sarah1.0 and I relaxed on her apartment's rooftop patio drinking coffee for an hour or so (insert full accomplishment of goal #5 above).

Well that means that I did not reach goal #1 above. I didn't see anyone having sex, which is really OK, but perhaps necessitates a future trip.

On unrelated note, I received the most wicked awesome set of pillow cases from Helga. Check these bad boys out:



Mustache rides anyone? Yes please.

this is not the place for accurate news

I think it is about time for a serious disclaimer. After about 7 years of blogging, on two different sites, I think we need to have a candid conversation about some LL Spot readership limitations:

1. This should not be your only place for news, be that snarky or serious. I suggest other such creditable sources like FoxNews (fair and balanced) or DailyShow (satire and sarcastic).
2. All ramblings by LL are not based in fact. There is no journalistic integrity here (which really isn't much different than other blogs and/or news sources).
   
3. I reserve all rights to put on my ass kicking boots and solve the world's problems in a typical LL fashion.

This disclaimer is brought to you by my highly scientific family. Brunch of fucking s-m-r-t people who check into everything I say. Case and point, earlier this spring I posted this amazing picture of gigantic drift wood in the state of WA as one of my pictures of the day. I received a number of phone calls afterward that informed me that I miss reported the exact time and place and reasoning behind the photo. Well crap and a half, who has that type of time to hunt down and backtrack the sources and citations!!! I'm just trying to make your day a little better with a smile or laugh, and not necessarily change your longterm educational level!!!

From here on out I pledge to include a significance level with all my posts, p<.001 with a high magnitude. E=MC square to the power for 4, bitches.

the men of HP

Well the men of HP showed up for the final movie premiere in NYC this week, and they set the red carpet on fire. These boys have grown up before our eyes over the last 12 years and become something kind of sexy. Let's examine this further...



OK well we got Dan and Rupert, and who doesn't love a tried and true supporter of the GBLT community and a little ginger--but we know about them pretty well as 2/3 to the HP trinity. The surprise was that Neville Longbottom and Darco Malfoy are HOT! What happened? They both grew up and in a damn good way. Wowsa. Matt and Tom have turned into what has been coined, WILFs (wizard you would....well you know).

I mean, do we remember Matt Lewis as Neville? Nerdy, right? Not anymore. Now he is raising to the heights of those sexy brits, including Clive Owen (well not here). The internets freaked out this week with pictures of him at all the HP premiere. Look at this, wowsa, some kind of sexy with a pocket watch. So here's to his new book:



On an unrelated note, I think we are having some further confusion between the Twilight and HP series. Check out this picture of my absolute favorite, Emma, at the NYC premiere. She has some funky things going on with her eyes, in that they are borderline vampire-like. Crystals and depths that are looking into my soul:



Grrrrrr.

how about a little austin

Early in January, I mentioned a new artist called Sahara Smith who apparently is a badass singer song writer from Austin. Well we were pumped to see her here in the big Cville, but for whatever reason we didn't make it out to the concert. Turns out she was back in town last week, and fortunately we were able to check her out:



Remember, the chick was mentored by T-Bone Burnett, which I again emphasize is pretty badass. That guy could probably cut me. And she was promoted via Prairie Home Companion song writing competition....who doesn't love alittle MN humor.

It is interesting to see young artists on small stages. She definitely has certain stage mannerisms, which may or may not stay as she grows as an artist. Anyways, we enjoyed it and it was good to pick up a signed CD.

spicing up the politicko wardrobe

I have made a couple observations lately regarding our national Speaker of the House, John Boehner from the big land of O (that is Ohio, not the big O or BO). The guy has some notable fashion choices which often times go nicely with his overly tanned face. Sometimes this guy is bordering on a little George Hamilton-like tan, which frankly, no one wants to see!

But I really like John's tie swagger. He has some fancy ties and I totally dig it. He likes a little color pop, even if it may make him look alittle more feminine. Check out this selection:



Here's what we got and damn he makes it work:

• Purple
• Pink
• Green stripped
• Yellow polka dot

I mean the guy is like a cornucopia of colorful ties! I wish more poltickos would follow in his foot steps. Politicko women get all the fun with red, pink, yellow pant suits, but the men should also be able to spice it up. Future politickos, I suggest you take a page from John's wardrobe....minus the raccoon eyes facial tan.

old people in MI rock

1. I love old people
2. I used to live in MI, and man, some of those people are creative
3. I like it when they dress up and carry around depends
4. I can't wait to drive an electronic scooter
5. OMG those choir ladies were waving "hey-ho"
   
6. This just totally made my day:

holy back hair

Wowsa. Put a shirt on. That is horrifying. That hairy, that gray. The stuff of nightmares:



PS, where the hell is this picture taken? There is all kinds of weird happenings going on here. Case and point:

• Is that old dude wearing ski boots?
• Is there some guy in the background with ski googles (to the right)?
• Is it like 90 degree, sunny and no snow?
• Is there someone topless wearing a straw hat (to the left)?
• Do you think that old dude is Santa on his summer vacation? Could be. We need some frontal exposure to indicate a beard, yes or no.
• Could that old dude pull up his jorts any further? Maybe he could make it so they cover up his entire back. And frankly, as tight as those jorts are you really don't need a belt!
  

Well this is definitely the picture of the day. Odd and entertaining all at once.

time to start measuring your penis again

Well every couple months, or biyearly, an article surfaces of some correlational research relating to penis size. This is similar to the idea that your foot is only as long as your wrist to your elbow (now as you go try this consider how crazy you look attempting to lay your forearm flat on the ground next to your foot--only extreme yogies can do this!). Whenever these reports happen everyone starts measuring and remeasuring and measuring again (for good measure) their penises. Don't worry, no matter which angle you take I still prefer mine at a good 12 inches, 13 to be safe....

Anyways, the new article caught the attention of the MSM (this is a Palin term for the main stream media--you know not FoxNews), and in particular Time magazine. Really, Time? Well that means it is for reals news. So here is what you need to do:

• Create a ratio of the length of a man's index finger to that of his ring finger.
• Then divide by 20 (your desired length).
  
• Then take the natural log and square it.

I think the more important issue here is whether or not people will know how to create ratios or just do some direct measurement. We aren't smrt enough for ratios, but you had our attention at penis. Also important to note, the sample of this study was 144 Korean men! Well that is representative. And according to this website, Asian men have some serious small ratios to begin with.

This finding has to be spurious.

So go ahead and start measuring, but you should know more about the research-related language. Apparently, there is something going on with your dimensional perspective and your penis. For example:

• "The data suggested that those with a lower ratio, whose index finger (or second finger, 2D) was shorter than the ring finger (or fourth finger, 4D), had a longer stretched penis length, which is well correlated with erect size."

Well what about 3D? Sure sure it is all flat or in the matrix.

we need more giants

I heard They Might Be Giants the other day on the radio and it brought me back to the 90s with my siblings. I remember cassette tapes and a soul lost in Istanbul (or a birdhouse). Then today I run across this wicked awesome video of them covering Chumbawamba. Pretty badass if you can get through all the Starsucks telemarketing:


They Might Be Giants covers Chumbawamba

the internet is funny today

Yesterday was a busy internets day with Casey Anthony being not guilty yet still a liar. And today, gosh, the internet was making some good jokes:



If you need a reference point, this was a viral videos for months. You are dumb, real dumb, fo reals.

a cute love story

Splitscreen: A Love Story from JW Griffiths on Vimeo.